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A Quiet Spring Evening

The kitchen window framed a soft spring evening, the kind of golden light that made the lawn look like something from a magazine. I stood at the sink holding a dish towel I had completely forgotten to use, watching the sky turn pink behind the neighbor’s maple tree.

For the first time in months, I allowed myself to relax.

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